This happened a couple of months ago. One evening, after we’d gotten the baby down for the night, my wife and I enjoying an early night in and relaxing in bed. It wasn’t supposed to be a sexy-time night. We’re both new parents and it was a particularly trying day. We were both thinking we’d just catch up on some much needed sleep. However, once we were in bed, I realised I had a strong and sudden craving. Like, you when you just have a particular longing for pizza or Chinese food or something? To the point where you just can’t not have it. It was a bit like that, except I was longing to eat out my wife.
Now, being as tired tired as she was, the wife did need some convincing. She was fine with spooning and cuddling her, but every time I motioned for a bit more she shot me down. I’d hear slight moans of pleasure with every kiss and light bite on her back, but every time my hand went somewhere it shouldn’t I’d get a “not tonight’ babe” or “come on, knock it off”. Each shoot-down would send me scurrying back to shore, but only moments later I’d be back to testing my (read “her”) boundaries again.
Of course once she realised what I specifically wanted to do to her she was particularly cranky with me. The trouble for her was that, by that time, I’d put so much effort into wearing down her barriers that she was by a considerable measure more turned on than annoyed with me. It took a couple of more tries, but eventually my mouth made contact with what was by that point a very, very pussy.
Truth be told, cunnilingus isn’t as much a feature of our sex-life as perhaps it should be. Most times I try, the pleasure she feels is quickly overshadowed by self-consciousness. And I’m ordered to resort to more tried-and-trusted means to getting her off. I’d be lying if I didn’t say maybe my technique is also a factor in this. However, with all this being in the background, this night was, quite inexplicably, very different. As soon as my tongue made contact with her clit, I got a deep and fairly even rhythm going. I could tell she was becoming overcome with pleasure in a way she’s normally not, and that provided the confidence boost I needed to continue what I was doing. After a few moments, it was time to introduce a digit into the mix, and that was just the extra push she needed. Roughly 15 minutes after I made first contact, my licking her clit and pushing a middle finger in and out of her sent her into the throes of one of strongest orgasms she’s ever had.
Unfortunately, despite her best efforts to stifle her screams, when she came she made enough noise to wake the baby again. This of course meant there would be no repaying of favours that night. Still, this was not a concern I had. As I said at the start of this post, this incident started with a sudden and fairly uncommon craving I had lick her vagina, and once I got her off doing it I was more than satisfied.
Tr;dr: I wanted to go down on my wife, and then I did.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hex2o2/the_time_i_just_had_to_go_down_on_my_wife_mf
Hey, nice work man. Yeah, when I was married I would get that same craving to give my wife head at regular intervals. I always found it weird how some men would brag that they like a good beej but they won’t go down on a woman. I would think “You’re going to brag about missing out on one of the most erotic acts imaginable?”